On Reading an English Lit Text for the Nth Time…
Someday, I’ll become Extremely well versed And then I’ll die. I’ll discover that God Won’t easily impress, The angels,(a bit haughty And beside their winged selves) Won’t care, And my new coterie Will be An incredibly stressed out Flock of dead folks Vying for hallowed spots And willing to swap souls For what they can’t Possibly understand Are but God given slots That even well versed Won’t earn you.